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The doctor that the Fierces had mentioned to her.

She wondered if he was aware of that.

No way. He’d commented on knowing them well enough to keep his distance.

There was no reason to tell him what Carolyn and Diane said to her before.

Not that she would betray her clients either.

This was most likely just a coincidence since he said it was a gift from his mother.

Since she’d given close to a handful of massages to Chloe and they talked during those sessions, she knew that Chloe’s mother wasn’t fond of how Chloe met her husband.

This just sounded like a good deed and she was giving someone their first massage and trying to keep his mind off the fact she was touching him.

She knew most men worried they might get aroused.

The first moan that came out of Dane’s mouth had herpausing and wondering why her blood was pumping when it never had before.

The guy sure was tense and obviously needed this to relax.

The fact he’d never once mentioned a spouse or girlfriend told her that there was no one in his life like that. Why else would the Fierce women mention him and his mother give him a gift of a massage?

“You learn very quickly not to judge as a doctor.”

She let out a soft laugh. “I’m not sure all doctors feel the same way,” she said. “Or practice that way.”

She knew firsthand too. It was hard not to when she hadn’t seen a doctor until she was a teenager. Not for the first time.

There were all sorts of questions there before she could even start school.

She tried not to think of that time in her life. Not many would understand.

At times she struggled to understand it herself, but it wasn’t as if she’d had a lot of say in the matter.

It was a good thing her mother came to her senses.

Or more like was paranoid and got her and Sabrina out of there.

Not that she had any relationship with her mother or younger sister anymore. She hadn’t spoken to either of them in years and life was more settled that way.

It was all she wanted too.

To put the past where it belonged. Locked away in a secret hiding spot that only she knew where the key to the steel door was.

“You’re mostly right,” he said. “My biggest problem is a lot of my patients can’t speak for themselves or are scared. I can’t take the parents’ words all the time. I believe theyalways mean well, but the truth is they just don’t know it all.”

“I like that thinking,” she said. She moved past his left leg and back up to his head. Her hands were on his shoulders. His nice broad shoulders. He sure didn’t look like a doctor to her.

He had a lot more muscle on him than she would have thought if she’d met him on the street.

He was on the trim side, not thin, but in great shape. He obviously did some form of exercise, but she could tell he wasn’t someone to lift to get bulky.

She leaned forward on her palms and pressed into his traps down to his lats. He was knotted up pretty good when he came in, but he was loosening some.

He let out another groan and she grinned knowing he couldn’t see her.

“I can’t tell you how good this feels.”

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